In this bloodless valley

inside my veins

is the infinite nature

of energy

Running wild like god

The creation of any thing 

is its beginning of change 

Expect to be in awe

instead of holding onto

the original shape

Command time with sound 

Enjoin stress with ritual

It's biboon, let's take it slow

My kids are exes 

of their dad

If he were to be the caretaker

everyone would think

I died

But no one asks him

why he gave them up

To make your life a breeze, -

she said

make up a list

and delegate it 

And so I did, to get her

off my back, I thought it up

I let it go 

into an abyss of any thought

But suddenly the fire's lit

the children fed and

groceries are here

So tell me this:

did my small list

fall in the perfect pocket

of life's roulette

for I'm still waiting on the

croissants